Sidebar, motherfucker

Hey {D}, sidebar with me, buddy. We have to chat.

A) You have zero respect for that fucking lawyer, and if for some ungodly reason you do, I am judging you. You have no idea.

Seriously, we’re going to argue the fact that you’re fucking here on the website? Talk to your bitch. Which one, Katie? The bitch you keep at home. I didn’t need that shit. You set it up.

I swear to fucking God, you are a shitty fucking lawyer. No fucking wonder you are not in good standing. Is this really how you play the game? I had so much more respect for you than this shit. I really did. I mean, if nothing else, you were at least a good and respectable lawyer. Jesus. You’re this. Fuck.

My case has proof. My case has merit. You have to pull this kind of shit with minor things, trying to discredit me. The Dropbox bait of sending me her personal information? What the fuck? Wind me up and poke. You know I would figure you were fucking her. Like you don’t have friends, {D}.

I mean, this has been truly maniacal. I give you credit for the scope and breadth of the mindfuck.

I was just reading over those emails with her from the beginning. Nice setup.

Filing me to death with insignificant facts that would make me argue those points and not the actual procedure.

The RFA thing was brilliant. You guys forgot to watch the videos before you committed to those last ones, though.

I’m kind of impressed by this. I don’t fucking trust either fucking one of you, and I hope like hell they take the fact she interfered with a goddamn criminal investigation seriously.

You know what, motherfucker? Win or fucking lose, I have some fucking integrity, which you have never in your fucking life had.

I’m crazy? Yeah, bitch, I am. At least I’m not an alcoholic who has to beat women to make himself feel big. And unlike your lying ass, I’ve never been accused of perjury. You want to play credibility? You? Really? Mr. I’ve been fired three times in a row for some form of misconduct, or for just being untrustworthy, as you told me.

I cannot wait to get those pieces of discovery. What are we going with next, more of me being a slut? I mean, we haven’t talked about the drugs yet. That’s part of those. What else you got on me? You just going to nitpick word choice on the blog?

If there is a working system of justice in this country, then what you are doing will fail.

I didn’t think it was possible for me to think less of you. But here we are. You are not. I will just say it the same way you said it to me that night. You’re not. You’re not. You’re not.

See? Game on. I am working from the side of what is actually right.

I had a moment tonight watching you read. I have been falling apart and spiraling like a motherfucker over this shit, your apocaversary present to yourself. I was thinking to myself, does he feel remorse? I wondered if you felt a little bad for me for what was happening to me. Like, you read it. You know.

And it dawned on me that you don’t feel remorse.

You don’t feel anything.

Let’s fucking go, bitch. Let me out-lawyer you. I bet I fucking can, and if not, baby, I will fucking die trying. I bet you’re as good a lawyer as you were a fucking boxer.

{A}, honey, cunt face, yeah, you, tell him to come read this. And I mean congrats on winning short, bald, used-E-Class-driving, disbarred lawyer who went to a fucking state school. Y’all deserve each other.

and Todd psst Todd. Hi.